Transition

A quiet boy, thoughtful. He knows his own mind.
No brighter scholar can anyone find.
Intelligent, young and oh so naive,
That she might love him, so hard to believe.

Words

Words can poison
Words can blame
Words are the breath
That fans the flame.

Choir Practice

Fragile strains emit,
Chorus of voices singing
Melodies transformed.

© Emily Page

The Way to Work

Up the steps, from the Tube
Fresh air hits my lungs
The noise of busy London traffic roars.

I walk past memories,
Of happy times gone by.

Too Late

Fool! All that time you had to tell him,
All those ways to show you care.
What exactly did you think would
Happen, if your soul you did lay bare?

Blood: An Acrostic

Bleeding out, pools of rich liquid, red.
Lying here on the floor, I am cold, I am broken.
Only I know what happened
Over here in the dark. Please
Don’t leave me alone now…

© Emily Page

Boots: A Lanturne Poem

Boots.

Leather

of Russia.

Soft, tanned by birch.

March.

© Emily P

Going Home

Clocks ticking, alarms bleeping
Coats and jackets dressing, bags packing.
Cheery goodbyes and “see you tomorrows”
It’s time for the journey home.

Heels tap, tapping,
Feel the air rushing,
To the tube, walking,
Commuters hurrying,
We’re on our journey home.

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I Want to Know Why…?

I want to know why I wasn’t brave or strong or true,
Why all I’ve ever done is love only you?
I want to know why I’ve been so selfish and so weak,
Why, when it mattered most, I could never bring myself to speak?

I want to know why I walked away from the love I needed best,
Why you could always be trusted to respond to each request?
I want to know why I promised to honour Him and forsake You,
Why You later had to go and do the same thing with Her too?

Love Song For A Friend

We were but children when we met, with all our lives to live,
Stretching endlessly before us, and all our love to give.
From school to university, first jobs and then careers,
We nursed each other’s broken hearts, shared all our hopes and fears.

A sporting match, a workday lunch, pub quizzes, black tie balls.
Each helped to build that special bond. We had fun through them all.
We’ve seen many a movie, shared our friends’ wedding bells.
Each date upon our calendars a special story tells.

Promise Me

Promise me that you’re happy, that nothing is breaking your heart,
Promise me that your house is strong, and isn’t just falling apart.

That the kids fill your heart full of happiness, and give you a feeling of pride,
That your wife is a wonderful woman, who reminds you each day of your bride.

I hope that your job is fulfilling and lets you exercise your fine mind,
That your downtime is fun and relaxing, with friends of that special kind.

Why Do I Love You?

I know why I need you, It’s because I love you so,
But why do I love you? Will you not let me tell you. No?
I love that I can sense you, like a lion tracking prey
I love the way I would surrender to you, each and every day.
I love that I feel protected by your presence, safe and sound
I love that you are interested in me, wholly, in the round.

Coming Back

Go now, be happy
Live your life to the full.
Don’t give ‘us’ a backward glance.
Don’t let my presence pull.

I’ll be alright now
I know how to be strong.
You won’t see me hurting.
To show you would be wrong.

Waiting

She is a flower blossoming in his sunshine.
Beautiful in spring bud she is perfect,
But she does not know it.
He is blind to it.
And only outstretched in his warm rays does she feel it.

Years Gone By

A station bridge, a woman walking,
Evening sun streaming, blinding,
Feet hurting, sensations familiar from years gone by.

Coffee

A hiss of steam, the clanking cups
The bustle of a coffee shop.

Will I ever know?

Will I ever know if you loved me?
Will you ever say those words to me now?
Will you ever tell me your secret?
I’m trying to figure out how.

A Sunny Day

Long missed summer sun
Finally sending her rays
Radiantly shines.

© Emily Page

A City Park

Odes to You

An ache in my heart,
A spark in my head,
Fingers on the keyboard,
Until enough’s said

A Station Bench

Empty station. A train from the City leaving.
Not a soul is there. Just you and me.
Arm in arm and hand in hand,
We weave our way to the other platform.

I Can Feel You

Here, in my heart, I can feel you.
Every time your eyes sought out mine.
Every word you have spoken.
Every touch. Every smile. Just for me.

Soul Mates

Everywhere I go
I’m searching.
Scouring faces
So I don’t miss yours.
Where will you be?

Colors

You have the face of an angel
Though I know you’re no saint,
Which colours to choose
Your portrait to paint?

First Love (Part II)

A chilly autumn, winter apart. Our paths crossed once or twice.
You ignored me, acted just as bad, it really wasn’t very nice.

School trip to Paris, City of Love. No place to be alone.
Wanted to share its lights with you, not to be there on my own.

Cold Words

I am angry with you
I am hurt and insulted.
You throw your corporate words at me –
Clipped, impersonal, cold.
Say nothing more than you have to.

The Other Woman

Is she hurt and confused?
Does she see what is there?
Unspoken words in the air
Between us?

First Love (Part I)

My memory of those lingering looks across the darkened floor.
I wondered if you felt it too, it left me wanting more.

First I called you on the phone, I asked you out to see.
My sweet sixteen, you came with friends, but all evening spent with me!

We met again on that dance floor, no invite yet to dance.
Another likes you too it seems, can we really have a chance?

Then you called me, one August night, and asked me on a date,
But how could I be certain that you wouldn’t rather just be mates?